There is a time for all things.
Someone wise once said.
And these days, have been, in a hairy and slightly topsy turvy way,
Days, where we make 15 phone calls to unravel the days plans, because the winds roar with indignation and the sea stands upright, ready to high five anyone gutsy enough to ask it to settle down in the face.
There have been storms all over the country, which have undoubtedly changed many lives. I can only hope that they are able to find peace at the end of this season.
For us, plans foiled, have meant more afternoon naps.
Less running from one place to the next.
Lots more time to spend together,
indulging our interests.
This winter seems determined to go out with a bang.
Yet, spring is just around the corner, crouched down, poised to released its boundless energy, and I wait with anticipation for what it will bring.
Until then, I will treasure these quiet days.
It may, after all, be another year before we have another.